Dear You,
You think that no one really wants you, and maybe that's sorta true, but it's really not your fault, even if we all act like it is. You're the easiest target, a scape goat really, and that causes resentment, but I'm sure that even if you can understand, it's really no worthy excuse. I wish that I, or anyone, could save you, carry you to the land of butterflies and flowers, stress-free, the way it's supposed to be, but I can't. We can't. You're too guarded, too tangled, deep in all the hate, and the selfishness, and the pain that we don't know how to fight through to get to you. So, there you are, almost lost to us. A shame really.
.Turtle.
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